Every year, Mom and I reminisce about what we call "The Christmas Dad got her THAT sweater."
My father, bless his heart, has absolutely NO CLUE how to shop for Mom at Christmas. Up until I was old enough to do the holiday shopping for Mom for him, he'd just give her cash so she could buy herself whatever she wanted.
Until THAT Christmas.
To this day we don't know what got into his head, but apparently a woman who he worked with was a seamstress of sorts. She designed the t-shirts for the company-wide "trivia bowl" contest and I guess Dad was impressed. So he commissioned a sweater for my Mom as his Christmas gift for her.
Dad LOVES music, and actually used to go to a weekly "music trivia" event at his veterans legion each week. He thought that a music-themed sweater would be a good gift.
Mom HATES the color yellow. Its her least favorite color of all - you can see where this is going I'm sure.
So comes Christmas morning, Dad makes a big production out of handing her his gift - mentioning how this is one he KNOWS she's going to love, its super special you see, he had it MADE just for her!! Go on, open it Mom!!!
Imagine, if you will, a short-sleeved wool sweater. A fluorescent yellow wool sweater. With blue, green, purple, orange, red, and black musical symbols all over it.
The look on Mom's face was priceless (how Dad missed it, I'll never know - we both think perhaps he was momentarily blinded by the supernova like glare coming from it.) I quickly had to excuse myself and get a cup of coffee from the kitchen, so not to burst into laughter. Poor Mom was struggling to find enough words of admiration and gratitude to make Dad happy, while I'm sure she was dying a little inside. Dad preened all evening with pride, and of course INSISTED she wear her Christmas Sweater to the family dinner at my Grandmother's house that evening.
The sweater was also about 3 sizes too big.
The next day, Dad said perhaps she could wash it and shrink it so it could fit better???
We dutifully did that.....the fact that the washing machine somehow spewed forth boiling hot water that shrank the shirt to the size of a tea-towel is something nobody could explain *wink*